These street lights

Blind us ever so

Just to realize

How your skin glows

 

Underneath these stars

Like fireflies

Trapped in mason jars

In dark blue skies

 

I watch your perfection

In hopes to memorize

This connection

Just to revise

 

What we once had.

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My first real kiss was underneath warm african stars, with cool breeze sweeping through my soul. I could hear his thoughts almost like a dream, faint and hard to remember. He had the complexion of forgiveness, and the voice of sweet midnight symphonies. So I felt his beard, and let chemistry take a hold of our emotions.

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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